115|Three Oaks—Part 1

Three Oaks, the rehab facility Danica had checked herself into, wasn't too far from Gold Rush, forty minutes away to be exact, and Marybeth had planned to take an Uber there. But Arno and Benji wouldn't let her out of their sight, insisting Austin had given them strict orders to stay close to her.

They'd just left the hotel's premises when Arno's phone rang on the dashboard, blasting out a Beetles' tune.

He quickly snatched it up, hit the answer button and listened to the caller for a moment or two before wordlessly handing the phone to Marybeth.

"It's кум," he mouthed at her.

She sighed, bracing herself for Austin's Spanish Inquisition. She'd barely said hello when he bombarded her with questions, demanding to know what had possessed her to head out on her own.

"I'm not on my own," she pointed out as she glanced at his handlers. "Arno and Benji are here—"

"That's not the point, Beth!" he muttered on his end. "Why didn't you wake me up? Christ, Orlando, set that bowl down! I told you